Worrying by Tom Sharp

I keep busy drawing silk from cocoons but I worry all the time that you’re away. I hope you aren’t so foolish as to sail in May up the Yangtze through the gorges. Those who try are often drowned and washed up on the beach. Time passes; the cuckoo calls from the fields; I worry, but there’s nothing I can do.

荆州歌 by 李白 (Li Bai)

白帝城边足风波，瞿塘五月谁敢过。 荆州麦熟茧成蛾，缲丝忆君头绪多。 拨谷飞鸣奈妾何。